Once back in the house, ZeLisa took her bags to her room. She looked in the mirror with the clear plastic bag held against her body. She’d chanced the purchases without trying on the dresses. Now wary, she slipped out of her clothes and into one of them. This one was a slinky party dress. “If it wasn’t for the cast,” she bemoaned. With her mouth twisted to the side, she stepped into her new shoes.
A backward look into the mirror confirmed this dress was a perfect fit. ZeLisa posed with her foot extended to approve her selection of footwear. Next, she walked into the hallway to gauge the comfort of the strappy heels. Continuing to the kitchen, she peeked out at Orbit, who remained in the same place. The next thing was to quench her thirst. She tiptoed for a glass from an upper cabinet.
A noise sounded behind her.
Swiveling, she saw Hank—motionless—in the doorway. Then, he strolled over, stretched above her head, and reached her a glass. Their fingers grazed in the exchange. His eyes bore into hers. ZeLisa’s stomach somersaulted. “You’re home early from work.”
“I took some personal time.”
“How can you tell?” A feathery feeling tickled her skin. Hank fingered the price tag under her arm.
“It’s pretty.” He let his hand drift down to hold her hand, the hand holding the glass. “What color is this? Red plum? Whatever. Your luscious skin intensifies the beauty of the dress.”
Steam accumulated in her core, heating her all over. ZeLisa wanted to pull at her neckline. However, that was impossible. The deep plunge would leave nothing to the imagination, if she did. “You’re flirting with me.”
“Naw.” He nipped at her lips in a brazen act. “I’m far beyond that.”
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